Page 40 of Doctor Bossy

With that same intense look on his face, emotions brimming like a cauldron.

I took an involuntary step back, bumping into the wall behind me as he closed the door shut and locked it…something I should have done. He took a step toward me, then another, and another.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was a soft bass as if he was holding himself back by a thread from unleashing something not quite human that resided in him.

“Eating dinner?” I replied and found my voice breathy, reacting to the heavy tension in the atmosphere.

“With him,” he continued. “What are you doing here with him?”

“Griffin—”

I gasped when his hand instantly snapped out, snaking around my waist and pulling me flush against his body.

“Say my name again,” he ordered with a singular command in his tone that triggered an instinctive response in me to obey.

“Griffin,” I said, and his eyes slid shut as if he was savoring the feeling of it running over his body.

“I like the way you say my name like that,” he said in a moan, and his eyes snapped open as the sound caused my pussy to clench. “Fuck, I like the way you say anything in that tone.”

His eyes dropped to my lips, and one of his thumbs came over to run over it. Without thinking, I caught the finger between my lips, pressing down and bringing it into my mouth for a light suck. A fire sparked in his gaze.

He grasped my chin, turned my face up, and brought his face even closer. My eyes slid shut when I felt his breath against my lips, anticipating the kiss again, the maddening kiss that stole my breath, my thought, and everything but him.

But instead of kissing me, his hands went lower and lower until they inched under my sensible black dress. While holding my gaze, they grasped my panties and tore them off in one clean snap. All the while, his look dared me to stop him.

I knew if I said a single word of protest, he would put a halt to all this madness, withdraw his hand that was skimming dangerously close to my wet center, and walk away entirely. I could end this with just one word: No.

But I couldn’t say it. I was too weak.

I wanted this too much.

In fact, my hands were currently at the front of his trousers, frantically pulling down the zipper and trying to access him as quickly as possible before common sense or something else happened to stop the sweet madness. He stared at me as I did. The minute my fingers touched bare skin, he groaned, and I gasped.

Dr. Griffin was hung like a horse.

He groaned again, his head dropping to my neck. I felt his hot gasps against my neck as I stroked him.

His eyes came up suddenly, spearing me.

“Who the fuck is he to you?” he demanded, and I frowned at him, wondering, through the haze of desire, what the hell he was talking about.

Griffin’s eyes were blue orbs, and I sank in them when he bit out, “Marco.”

“No one,” I said without fully understanding. “No one.”

And with a final groan, he drove himself into me savagely.

He growled, and his head snapped back as desire ripped through both of us with a vengeance. I might have screamed too, and it was only half from pain, but mostly from the feel of him filling me up. But there was definitely pleasure too. So much pleasure that it was melting me from the inside out.

Oh God, I was losing my mind.

I could feel him in every corner of me, hitting all the right spots again and again until my vision swam. His hands grasped my thigh, holding me open for him as he thrust slowly at first, then faster and faster as the frenzy whipped through us both. I grasped the counter edge, squeezing as I got closer and closer to the edge, my head falling back.

Griffin grabbed my head, bringing my eyes back to his.

“Come for me,” he said before dragging me forward for a punishing kiss.

I screamed into his mouth as my body spasmed, finally releasing all the tension that had built inside me.

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